RING Of Fate

Ling Yang had a Physical Capability of 500 points, so he responded quickly. The moment the woman dashed to him, he reacted quickly. He stepped forward, stretched out his palm to cut her neck and raised his right knee to attack her abdomen.

The woman was obviously surprised by his quick reaction. She immediately stopped dashing forward and stepped backward to avoid the attack.

Strike while the iron is hot!

Ling Yang stepped forward and attacked the woman with martial skills that he learned from the system. After he fully mastered the Intermediate Stamina, those martial skills were engraved on his memory like instincts.

He knew the woman was vicious and cruel, so he dared not stop attacking.

Faced with his fierce attacks, she retreated one step after another and was backed into a corner. It had never occurred to her that the boy in front of her was so powerful. If she were not hurt, she might be able to defeat him. But now she was no match for him as she was seriously injured.

There was no room for her to retreat. She had to fought recklessly against him. After several movements, she spat out a mouthful of blood and her wound opened under pressure. She felt the bandage was wet with blood.

"Stop!" Ling Yang shouted as he jumped backward.

He stared at her and stated, "I was teaching you a lesson. You must not trample people like mud and ashes just because you are powerful. If you dare to attack me next time, I swear I won't spare you!"

The woman was annoyed by Ling Yang's words, but she uttered no word. She took off her leather coat and tore part the sheet to wrap herself. Her shirt was already wet with blood.

Ling Yang felt a little sorry for her. He suggested, "You can't wrap yourself with the sheet. It's not clean enough, and you will have an infection. I'll go get some antibiotic medicine for you."

"The drug stores are all closed now. Where are you going to get them?" The woman asked coldly.

"I forgot it." Ling Yang rubbed his head in embarrassment and said, "I'll ask the boss of the motel. Maybe she has them."

The woman remained silence this time.

...

"Lady, do you have any antibiotic medicine? My friend is wounded." Ling Yang asked the middle-aged female boss.

She stretched and yawned as she stared at him with a weird expression. "I have a first-aid box. But you must pay 50 yuan for it."

"Sure." Ling Yang took out the money and gave it to her.

"Wait." She took over the money and took the first-aid box under the counter. She gave Ling Yang the box and said with a strange expression, "Dude, be gentle to her."

Ling Yang immediately got her point and dashed to his room in embarrassment.

"May I help you?" Ling Yang asked as he gave the box to the woman.

He thought she would reject him, but to his surprise, she paused for a few seconds and nodded, "Help me."

Ling Yang went blank for a while and then nodded.

He was a martial artist and it was unavoidable to get hurt. As a result, he was good at binding up wounds.

He was startled when he unveiled her blood-stained bandage. There was a deep knife wound of nearly 20 centimeters in her abdomen.

"The wound is so deep. You'd better go to the hospital." Ling Yang suggested with a frown.

"The people chasing after me are from a big power." She said in a cold voice as she shook her head. But Ling Yang could tell she was not as cold as before.

Hearing that, Ling Yang got her point. Since her enemies knew she was hurt, they would keep an eye on every hospital. If she went to a hospital, she would be caught.